Vampires

I say, “I did.”

Katie replies, “She's quite talented. She's won awards, too.”

He looks at me, “I bet she has.”

Katie asks, “Mind if I borrow one of your books and go to bed?” He tells her that he doesn't mind. Katie wishes us good night as she grabs a book before whispering to me, “Please do everything I would do, and most importantly, those things that I wouldn't do.”

I sigh, “Seriously?!”

She says, “Girl, I'm not blind.”

I say, “Just go to bed. I'm gonna pull some pajamas out.” I rushed to my room and put on my silky pink and black pajamas. I went back to find Vincent in the living room. “Much better. I hung my dress up in the hall closet. I hope that's ok,” I tell him.

He says, “It’s fine.”

I'm nervous and I don't want him in my mind, “Let’s talk. I won't read your mind, if you don't mine. Deal?”

He states, “Deal. Ladies first.”

I ask, “How old are you?”

He takes a sip of his drink before he speaks, “I was born in 1015, in what is now Brussels, Belgium.”

“So, you're older than Prince Eric?” I ask.

“Yes.”

I cock my head, “Why aren't you Prince then?”

He says, “No desire for power. I don't like the limelight. My turn, do you know anything about your parents?”

I bite my lip, “No, just that all of my family is dead.”

He asks, “Have you encountered immortals before?”

I say, “Yes, I just felt that they were different. Although I didn't peg them as such at the time, I now know they were vampires and a few wolves. I don't think I have met any witches or other beings.” I wish for a pen and paper, and they appear.

He jumps, “What the fuck?!”

I giggle, “Um, I needed them. I'm gonna ask you questions and write the answer and then destroy the paper. It's how my brain works and how I commit things to memory.”

He looks confused, “You just wished for the pen and paper?” I nod. “That's not a vampire thing.

We don't have telekinesis outside of being able to compel. We can't control inanimate objects,” he says, as his gaze roams over me. “That's a witch's ability, through a spell; or a higher being, like an angel or demon.”

I look at him, “But, I'm not a witch; I didn't say a spell. I'm not evil, and I'm far from angelic.”

He says, “No, you're not a witch, as the wolf would've sensed you. They are excellent at detecting magic users.”

I inquired, “Then what am I?”

He says, “We will find out, but knowing you have magical abilities is astounding.”

I say, “So, I've learned what kills a vampire and that the sun just weakens you. It doesn't affect

I wonder if I have any other vampiric traits?”

He asks, “Vampires have excellent regeneration, do you?”

I shake my head, because I am not sure. I am rarely sick, and since my 25th birthday, I have not been injured. That birthday changed so much in me; but why? I go to the sink and cut my hand. It heals fast like in the movies. I exclaim, “Wow!”

I go to wash the blood off of my hands, but he stops me, “Wait! Let me.”

I notice him looking hard at my blood. I don't think he will harm me. He's just curious to see how I taste. Maybe that can reveal what I am. I ask, “You're curious, aren't you?”

He nods. We get my hand cleaned. I poke my finger and place it in his mouth. He moans. I pull my finger away and it's healed. Vincent exclaims, “You're like nothing I've ever tasted before!”

I sigh, “That can't be good.”

He looks concerned, “Why?

“Means I'm rare. I don't like that.” I am getting more and more scared of this world.

He tries to reassure me, “Well, it's also rare that you might be that wolf's mate, too.”

I admit defeat, “Ugh, this is so crazy.”

He says, “Yes,” as a smile lines his lips.

I state, “I have ESP like a vampire, regeneration, and telekinesis.” 

He says, “Yes, but you also said you see our sins and can sense things.”

I respond, “Yeah, I see visions, memories. I can feel your emotions, too.”

Vincent says, “I saw you touch your cheek before you had the wolf call, why?”

I say, “To link to him, I felt it. He left a trace of himself behind, so I used it to find him and get into his head.”

He hums, as he nods, “But you're just in mine; no contact needed.”

Where is he going with this? “Maybe, it's because of proximity.” It can be just that, right?

He says, “When you hit me earlier, it was fairly strong. It could be a vampire or wolf thing.”

I ask, “We need to test it, and test me, to see what we can learn?”

He nods, “Yes, vampires are strong, as are wolves. The more we can learn the better.”

“Okay. I don't crave blood, so that's good. Why do you eat food?” I ask.

He answers, “To appear normal. Most food has no taste for us.”

“You said most, what do you like?”

He smiles, “Usually, just wine and some rare meats, but I could taste what you made for dinner tonight.”

I ask, “Why?”

He shrugs, “I have no idea.”

I decided to ask, “Why do vampires hate wolves?”

He sighs, “We don't hate them or witches; most of us just choose not to be around them.”

“Have there been wars?”

He nods, “Very bloody ones. That is why we have the neutrality treaty.”

I sigh, “Based on what the Prince said, that would make me the neutrality treaty.” He nodded, so I continued, “Okay, back to my questions, do vampires fly and turn into bats?”

He chuckles, “No bats, but the very powerful ones do fly.”

I grin, “Like you?” He nods. “But you don't. Why?”

He says, “You are very persistent.”

I smirk, “l am, get used to it!”

He glares at me, “Very bossy, too.”

I raise my eyebrow, “I prefer the term spirited.”

He huffs, “You're so not my type.”

I bratted back, “What intellectual and authoritative?”

He rolls his eyes, “I've lived a long time. I know what I like.”

I say, “Apparently, Fate thinks you're an idiot!”

He glares, “There's no filter with you, is there?”

I reply, “Only if there has to be. If we are mates, as you think, then I shouldn't have to be fake

around you.”

He says, “You're right, but you're also very infuriating.”

I snip at him, “The feeling is mutual. Are all vampires rich, arrogant assholes?”

He retorts, “Yeah. Are all journalists annoying, controlling bitches?”

I laugh, “Why, yes, yes we are!” The next thing I know, he's kissing me. It's one of those kisses that you don't want to end. It's electric and so sensual. Our hands lightly roam each other's bodies. He tastes like dark chocolate mixed with a salty spice. I moan and he does too. I have never felt passion like this. It's an all-consuming fire. God, he tastes so good. He smells like just the hint of ocean and musk. It's intoxicating. My legs instinctively wrap around his hips. We continue to allow our tongues to co-mingle in my mouth. Damn, he's a good kisser.